| The smell of Old Spice
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| A flat cap on the dash
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| Windows rolled down in the wind
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| While birds fly past
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| Singing along with the radio
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| A little out of tune
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| Hanging onto that steering wheel
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| Was the man who hung the moon
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| Used to wrap my hands around his little finger
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| Turns out he was wrapped around mine
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| He said «You can be anything you want to in this great big world»
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| But I’m always gonna be daddy’s little girl
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| He always used to tell me «Don't grow up too fast
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| Love will come, love will go, your first won’t be your last»
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| I didn’t always listen when he gave me advice
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| Though I hate to admit it, but that man was always right
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| Used to wrap my hands around his little finger
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| Turns out he was wrapped around mine
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| He said «You can be anything you want to in this great big world»
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| But I’m always gonna be daddy’s little girl, daddy’s little girl
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| When I count my blessings, I know where to start
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| He might not hold my hand no more
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| But he’ll always, always hold my heart
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| Used to wrap my hands around his little finger
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| Turns out he was wrapped around mine
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| He said «You can be anything you want to in this great big world»
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| But I’m always gonna be
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| Yes I’m always gonna be daddy’s little girl, daddy’s little girl |